Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.